All Chapters of The Biker King's Bride : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Vivienne's POV I'd be nothing but a damn fool if I expected Ronan's kiss to be soft. His kiss wasn't just a collision. It was starved, possessive, and so violently intense I honestly thought I saw a flash of stars behind my closed eyelids. He'd pulled back to issue me a warning, and only now did I understand what he meant by that.You have no idea what you just signed up for. He was right, I didn't. But was I still looking forward to being fucked like a slutty whore on the brink of death? Definitely.Ronan nipped at my bottom lip, pulling me out of my thoughts and back to the presence. Goosebumps raced down my skin, and the way he smoothed the sting with his tongue only made me arch into him all the more. As the kiss deepened, I don't miss the way the carefully constructed distance, the cold disappointment, were all replaced by a desperate, punishing hunger that mirrored my own.His hands were everywhere, instantly familiar and utterly demanding. One palm slammed against my ass

Vivienne's POV “Mine,” Ronan’s voice was a ragged exhale against my back, thick with spent lust. “Only mine.”Behind me, you could tell Ronan was still riding out his high, and me on the other hand, I was a complete, hot, and sticky mess, leaning against the door where he’d just claimed me. My thighs were shaking, my skin was tingling, and I felt utterly annihilated. But as the last tremors subsided, a wicked, defiant energy surged through me. That wasn't enough. Not after waiting for so long, not after denying that there were sparks between us from the very first time we met and definitely not after the taste of his possession.We spent maybe two minutes recovering, Ronan’s weight comforting against my spine. Then, the inevitable happened: he stirred. He pulled his body off mine, and I felt the immediate loss of his heat, the sudden rush of cool air where his slick body had been. A whimper slid past my lips, but it didn't last, because Ronan clearly wasn't done with me. He didn't p

Vivienne's POV The night was a blur of neon and noise, but the good kind. Firelight flickered across the courtyard, throwing orange shadows over leather and smoke. A huge bonfire burned in the middle of the compound, so you just had to believe me when I said the fire and smoke rose up like its only mission was to overthrow the moon. Music thundered from the speakers, with laughter spilling like beer from the open kegs. If there was onf thing that was crystal clear tonight, Reapers didn’t just party, they devoured the night whole. And I was trying my damn hardest to keep up.I smiled when people greeted me, laughed when they made jokes, and even leaned against Ronan when he passed by, pretending the ground didn’t tilt beneath my feet. But every few minutes, the world swayed, just slightly, like the earth couldn’t decide which way was up.The more time passed, the more I felt like my knees were going to give up from underneath me. I wasn't tired, far from that, but I wouldn't mind

Vivienne's POV For a long moment, I didn’t move. At this point, I wasn't sure I would be able to even if I tried. My feet seemed to have been glued to the door, so I just stood there staring at the door, while I tried to match the voice to a face.It wasn’t Ronan’s. It didn’t have that growl hidden under every word, and it definitely didn't sound like the voice belonged to Callie or any other female, so who the fuck was on the other side? “Maverick?” I finally said, barely loud enough. If there was anything my hesitation meant, it was the fact that I'd just made a big guess and I could only hope I was right. “Yeah,” came the reply, muffled but steady. “You okay in there?”I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Relief flooded through my veins, but I pushed it aside instantly. It was silly, but I mentally counted to ten before unlatching the door. When it swung open, the hallway light flooded in, catching the edge of Maverick’s leather jacket and the silver chain around

Vivienne's POV The note felt heavier the longer I held it. I tried to drop it, but I just couldn't bring myself to do so. I was probably exaggerating, but I hated that the note felt like it weighed a million pounds. It shouldn't have, it was just a small, folded piece of paper, but the weight of what it said pressed into my chest like a stone. She knows.Two words, two powerful words that would definitely break me if news got out. I didn’t even realize I’d walked into the bedroom until the door clicked shut behind me. The quiet hit me first, too soft compared to the chaos outside. The firelight from the courtyard spilled faintly through the window, carving long, uneasy shadows across the room. I should have felt a tiny bit of comfort, considering that I'd been in here before, but it just wouldn't come. I sat on the edge of the bed and unfolded the note again, my fingers trembling. The jagged handwriting looked worse under the light, rushed, angry, and maybe scared. The ink had